His palm groped rapidly around, then precisely grabbed a Night Demon's neck and smashed it hard against the Power Armor, followed by a string of bone-cracking sounds that made your teeth ache.
A Tier One Zombie that could tear through steel was like a just-hatched chick in her hands, crushed dead one in each hand.
Then she grabbed the edge of the Power Armor with both hands and tore viciously.
With a ripping sound, metal was torn apart, and the woman wrapped in a blue-purple Fungus Carpet drilled straight out of the Power Armor. Her wolfish, hungry eyes locked onto the Long-handled Axe hanging from the Butcher's head in the distance, her whole body shrouded in drifting blood mist that was inhaled and exhaled in sync with the Fungus Carpet's breathing.
Mirror's eyes were blood-red and burning. With a sharp screech, her whole body was like a dark-red combat knife, plunging back into the battlefield.
